BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension

Guess who's back, and fighting again, in Part 2?

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Chapter 4

BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 1
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 2
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 3
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 4
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 5
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 6
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 7
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 8
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 9 (CONCLUSION)

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Boarding School Queen chapter 4 – Destiny Ascension Part 2

Befitting her diminished status as Cardugan’s deposed queen, Helen found herself in the unfamiliar position of going up first in the night’s undercard match against Yasmine Bouali, a mid-ranked Rochebrune girl, who was still reckoned to be a mean opponent however.

Janice Mearns had shared with Helen what she had already gleaned through her usual discreet enquiries. Of Algerian descent, Yasmine was a scholarship student from a tough neighbourhood on the outskirts of Paris, and was reckoned to be a catfighting and trib specialist who was also handy with her tits. Armed with this information Helen thought carefully about her game plan before concluding that ‘fighting fire with fire’ remained her best strategy. So she would lock up in a vicious pussy battle with Yasmin as soon as she could and all the watching girls, including that bitch Mhairi MacGregor, would find out who the real trib specialist was again!

At the appointed time Helen and Yasmin stripped out of their school colours in front of the select invited audience, and took their starting positions facing each across the large, circular carpet that would serve as tonight’s ring. The other competitors also sat ringside, which would give them a great close-up view of the action. Although both contenders had raven dark hair their skin tones made for an interesting contrast, Helen’s skin being alabaster pale while Yasmin’s was perfect mocha brown.

Although the Rochebrune girl looked tough and sassy enough as they stared each other down Helen remained confident that she would win, especially if she stuck to her plan. Another key factor was how much Helen yearned to defeat another strong young woman in front of this audience of her peers, especially after the humiliating end to her previous match, having being outfought and ultimately face sat by Mhairi MacGregor. But she put these thoughts out of her mind for now, as Janice Mearns was signalling to both of the first match opponents that it was time to begin.

“Are you ready, Miss Bouali?” The French girl nodded her head while stamping one foot on the ground, her chest rising and nostrils flaring as she did her level best to stare Helen down.

“Miss Brodie?”

“Sure, let’s just get going,” Helen said, returning the Rochebrune girl’s stare with as much casual disdain as she could muster for the occasion.

“Then begin!”

“Bien,” Yasmin Bouali whispered, glaring at her opponent while advanced confidently to the middle of the large, circular carpet that formed tonight’s ring. Helen walked out to meet her, and the two young women immediately clasped hands at waist height, pressing their well-matched breasts together.

“Understand - you’re gonna lose big tonight!” Yasmin hissed as they began to push against each other more aggressively.

“No, look straight into my eyes – I promise you will cum beneath me in record time.” If it was Helen’s intention to rile the French girl she might just have succeeded.

“Ce n’est pas possible - you are a madwoman! Totally deluded!”

“We’ll soon find out who’s the most deluded. Now let’s fight!”

Abandoning the needling comments the girls started to test each other’s strength, pushing one leg forward and letting the other sweep back, anchoring one foot on the carpet for greater leverage as they pressed forward. Gradually their bodies flattened against each other, neither managing to force her opponent back by more than a few inches: they were most evenly matched in strength so far.

Abandoning the first hold by mutual consent, they caught each other in a powerful clinch, locking their leading legs together; twining hands in each other’s raven hair and pulling their heads in; locking their full lips in an aggressive kiss to test each other out further. The test of strength continued as both fighters started swaying from side to side as first one girl then the other struggled to twist her opponent down to the ground.

To the audience it seemed as if an impasse was developing as both girls pressed their inner thighs together until their pubic bushes were touching, straining to overcome each other, their mouths extracting nipping little kisses as they struggled in the standing clinch.

Eventually one of the French girls started to chant their fighter’s name and the call was quickly taken up by other girls: “Yasmin – Yasmin! – Yasmin!”

Amita quickly started up a chant for the home team: “Helen – Helen! – Helen!”

Both girls were sweating profusely from their exertions but Helen was the first to gain the advantage, slowly managing to bend her straining opponent backwards until Yasmin seemed perilously close to falling over backwards “Is this all you’ve got?” She shouted, exhilarated that she was finally taking the fight to her opponent.

“Fuckin’ arrogant bitch!”

All it did however was induce an incensed Yasmin to fight back even harder until she raised herself level with her opponent again.
Now the French girl kept using her forward momentum... bending the Cardugan fighter backwards in turn... until she could no longer maintain her balance and both girls went crashing to the ground.

A fast and furious melee developed as they rolled over and over on the carpet; each time one fighter forced her way on top she would raise her hips and slam her opponent’s crotch, trying to weaken her before the rough pussy battle they both now craved.

Suddenly Yasmin slammed Helen’s head on the carpet, stunning her opponent and grinding her crotch down, forcing the Cardugan girl’s legs wide apart, allowing their wet vulvas to mate properly for the first time. Helen’s head went back at this sudden violation and the grunts and groans and wet tribbing sounds quickly grew in intensity as the pinned girl found herself on the receiving end of a strong and determined attack. Morale in the Scottish camp was sinking by the second: if a former Cardugan sexfight queen could be dominated this easily by her French opponent, there seemed little hope of saving the overall match.

But just as the fight seemed to be turning decisively in Rochebrune’s favour Helen flexed her pussy powerfully against the other girl’s, their big clits grazing each other as she fought to stop her opponent in her tracks and force her off.

The battle paused for a moment as the two girls at up and caught their breath while eying each other with a newfound respect.

“So, ready to do this pussy to pussy until one of us surrenders?” Helen asked coolly.

“Yes, of course!” Yasmine retorted. “Bring it on, now!”

With that the girls slid forward and locked legs again in a full frontal trib position, knowing that they would not separate again until one of them had been vanquished.

Helen was keen to regain the momentum as she pushed her engorged vulva directly into Yasmine’s hot, wet twat. The two girls sighed erotically, throwing their heads back as their hungry cunts mated, their juicy labia slowly spreading and penetrating each other.

“Aaaaahhh!” “Oooohhhhh!”

“Uuuuhhhh!” “Ngggghhh!”

Steadily at first, but quickly lunging harder and faster, they began to twist and pump their hips with total abandon, really drilling their pussies into each other as cunt juice started to spray in the air with each powerful thrust. Both girls really began to gasp and pant as their big clits came into play, licking and rubbing against each other until the exposed nerves trembled with raw pleasure.

It was rare to see a freestyle contest progress from a standing test of strength to a full tribbing finale in such a short space of time, and with each girl now trying frantically to mount her opponent in order to deliver the coup de grace it was incredibly exhilarating to watch.

As the erotic battle reached its climax it seemed that both girls were close to orgasm, their faces and breasts flushed, their pussies making lewd smacking and sucking sounds as they both went all out for victory. But the Cardugan girl began to gain control, grinding with strong, deliberate strokes, until she finally managed to climb on top and hoist Yasmin’s leg in the air, forcing her opponent’s vagina wider to facilitate a final deep, penetrative clitoral attack.

A heavy sexual scent hung over them both as Helen felt her opponent’s big wet pussy start to clinch, then contract hard beneath her own as it surrendered to a powerful orgasm.

“Oh fuck! Nooooo! Ahhhh!”

Helen drove her clit in hard again and again, until the Rochebrune girl arched her back and ejaculated forcefully, her creamy liquor spraying in the air like a fountain, high enough even to splash the Cardugan girl’s magnificently heaving breasts.

“Ahhhh! Huuunnngghh!" “Fuck yessssssss!”

As her opponent collapsed finally and lay supine, Helen raised her head ecstatically in victory. Cardugan’s deposed queen was back with a vengeance she told herself, making deliberate eye contact with Mhairi MacGregor whose face still looked remarkably sour, considering that Helen had just put Cardugan in the lead with a stunning first match victory.

End of Part 2